HappyNovelChapter 700: Who could be behind this? Had she crossed someone recently? Her mind swirled with questions, but no answers emerged.
Shirie Hospital, a top-tier facility renowned for its advanced technology and skilled staff, had an emergency department perpetually overrun with patients.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUpon reaching the reception desk, Brenna asked, "Where's the burn victim who was just admitted?" The nurse, after guiding a young girl doubled over in pain to a treatment room, replied, "Which one? We've had two burn cases brought in just now." "Two? That's strange-too many cases like this in one night," Brenna murmured. "I'm looking for Ethan Mitchell." The nurse gestured toward an emergency room. "He's in there, getting his arm treated. It's a severe injury." Brenna was confused. "Wasn't he splashed with acid in the face?" "He managed to block his face with his arm, so only his arm was hurt," the nurse explained.
"Thank you." Brenna hurried to the emergency room, only to find the door locked, barring her entry.
She paced restlessly outside, dialing Ethan's phone.
She called several times, but he didn't answer. Left with no choice, she waited.
From a nearby emergency room, piercing screams echoed, while two plainclothes officers stood guard outside. Concerned about Tommy, whom she had left behind, Brenna called him. He reassured her that a surgeon and dermatologist were attending to his burn, easing her worries.
Two hours later, the emergency room door finally swung open. Ethan emerged, his left arm wrapped in a specialized Vaseline dressing, his impeccably handsface untouched.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmgvlnovs.com, the heart of storytelling "Thank God," Brenna said, walking over and gently wrapping her arms around his waist, her voice trembling with relief. "You're okay. I thought your face was scarred..." Ethan had been visiting Jayceon and was exiting his hospital room when a deranged individual flung acid at him from a water bottle. His suit jacket on his left arm absorbed most of the acid; instinctively, he raised his left arm to shield his face.
Without that jacket, his face would have been ruined.
Despite the burning pain, Ethan found comfort in Brenna's embrace. He carefully wrapped his right arm around her, cherishing the rare closeness.
"Miss, the patient is still on an IV. Step back; your clothes might carry germs and infect his wound!" then nurse holding the IV bottle snapped. Blushing slightly, Brenna eased out of Ethan's arms and took the IV bottle from the nurse.
In the VIP ward, she meticulously arranged Ethan's bed. Ethan, holding the IV with one hand, stood-quietly, watching her with a contented smile. Being injured suddenly seemed worthwhile; how else would he get Brenna to tend to him like this? For him, this was a moment of pure joy.
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